Novel & Cerita Mortals Of The Doom

The sudden event frightened the powerhouses and senior authorities of the Doom Race, who fell to their knees, desperately begging for mercy. Wyot showed no compassion. Wielding the Chaos Honlarne Sword with incredible speed, his strikes swept through the battlefield, decapitating his enemies. The senior authorities of the Doom Race, the Lords of fifty-three universes, and about eighty Great Elders perished. Their headless corpses exploded, their golden bodies disintegrating. Snow swirled into fog as the remains of the dead scattered like ash. The Lords and Heavenly Paths of the Doom Plane, lined up on the plaza, held their breaths in terror.

Just sucked it was in his freaking mouth. They had sealed him in that damn cave after silencing him and then using old magic to give him mortal form. They shoved him in that tomb of rock. To wait until Jormungand managed to shake the world and free him or mortals to find him. Mortals, they always ended up with the free choices. They always seemed to like to pick destruction of others. They had chosen this earth realm to chain him too because as they were mortal. They tended to care more about staying alive. Second his tomb was sealed off from all but mortals as they were under different set of rules with the higher power. So that would stop Surt from finding him and yanking the sword from hi

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

Albert ranted Sera was completely dumbfounded by the news.... Desmond was once a human spirit too? She wondered "Does it means he was supposed to be born?Then how did he become an immortal? She asked. "can't I also become an immortal and stay by his side? She asked again but got no reply from Albert "All you need to do is kill the immortality in him" Albert said "What?" Sera exclaimed "Yes, and thats the main reason you are going to earth" Albert stated while Sera gape at him in shock

Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral. It pulsed once in his hand and then went still. And the cathedral listened. Kieran opened the book and read out loud: “Those who read this book have already been damned. When you pass through those doors of how you so crave, it shall be your demise in the true self of you. For you shall see it, the thing that is everything.” Kieran gulped as he carried on reading.

“What if..." “Stop,” Molly cut in gently. “Don’t go there yet.” The hospital came into view in no time. We parked, got down, and rushed inside. At the reception, Molly spoke calmly, giving names and directions, while I stood there frozen. When we finally got to the ward, I saw her. Mrs. Dorothy. My aunty. She looked smaller. That was the first thing I noticed. Smaller, weaker, lying on a hospital bed with tubes and machines surrounding her.

If this one failed, mankind would have to consider evacuating and searching for a new safe zone. After feeding the drug to Savannah, everyone held their breath and observed her. She still bared her bloody jaws and roared senselessly. Everyone's hearts slowly sank. Some scientists even started packing up files, ready to evacuate. Only I noticed Savannah's fingers slowly returning to their human shape. My heart nearly burst with emotion. For a moment, I forgot I was dead and shouted for everyone to wait. It was only when no one responded that I snapped to my senses and forced myself to calm down. I continued watching.

"They are the Necculeans. A species with untold telekinetic abilities. Their strengths also extend to their political expertise, their military strategy and warfare. The other dominions practically bow at their feet." A cloying weight presses down on my chest. "I don't want to do this. Is there a way I can, I don't know, return my powers? Turn mortal?" "Practically, you are." "What do you mean?" "Death bringers are one of the only known immortal mortal species." A pause. "So, let me get this. The gods want me to off a race of immortals--while having low health-life battery?" His lip twitches at the corner. "Yes."

My arms are spread and my shirt open, and I hide my eyes. Since when is there so much light around me? It has to stop. I can't get used to this. I must continue to assume my role as a Don. I have to protect Santo, Matteo, and everybody. I have to make sure everyone is okay. I let my forearms slide over my eyes instead of my hands. This is a fucking disaster. I can still hear her voice saying my name. Fanculo! (Damn it*) I freeze as I listen to the door to my room suddenly open. I can hear the footsteps of my two little brothers entering and locking it behind them. I keep my forearms glued to my face, but I am pissed.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.